"Father?"
Lu Xuan's lips curled slightly, a golden gleam flowing in his eyes.
He could clearly see countless black streams of energy writhing beneath the other's skin, like a puppet on strings.
"My good son..."
Emperor Zhenwu's mouth opened and closed mechanically, yet the voice seemed to come from a distant place.
"Aren't you curious about my appearance...?"
As he spoke, the temperature in the hall plummeted.
The floor, the pillars, even the dragon throne began to seep with thick black miasma.
That miasma, like a living being, slowly crept toward Lu Xuan's feet...
Lu Xuan suddenly laughed.
He lightly stomped his foot, sending out a golden ripple.
Where it passed, the black liquid evaporated instantly like meeting the blazing sun!
"My son..."
Emperor Zhenwu's voice shifted, echoing as if from the abyss.
His bluish face twisted, at times as ferocious as a demon, at others showing a hint of human pain.
